UNCLE!!!

So, I was watching Comedy Central last night (when I should have been writing) and along came a show I hadn't seen before. It was actually pretty funny, like Jon Stewart's Daily Show, but with talent.

Anyway, during the show, they made a comment about how Hungary is using an online poll to decide upon the name of a bridge. Apparently, Colbert is attempting to get his name on the bridge. I thought I'd try to vote, but can't for the life of me figure out where the link is to get there (to the poll), despite the fact they said on the show it was there.

I don't have time to search, so I'm going to give up now and wish him luck.

Note to website designers: Make it easy to navigate for those of us with little time to spare.

Aston West
Colbert Report

I Knew Him When...

Well, it would seem that fellow writer and blogger Matt Dinniman has been labelled a "blog of note" by the folks at Blogger.

Matt, just don't let the instant fame go to your head.

And make sure to point out that you have books they could purchase to support their hero.
I wish I could say I've read your books myself, but I can say that a copy of Shivered Sky is resting on my coffee table (waiting for me)...

Matt Dinniman

No Title

Nothing new to report.

Not feeling much better than the last post, but at least some of the blogs I read are starting to pick up again...

Aston West

The Painful Truth

So, I seem to be having issues lately.

I have many books to read, but don't feel like reading anything.
I have other books to critique for fellow authors, but don't feel like doing that either.
I have many friends I could be e-mailing on a more regular basis, but usually close the computer down and do something else.
I should be writing, but I often find myself asking myself "Why bother?"
I don't feel much like posting on some of the message boards where I used to post all the time.
I don't really feel much like talking with most of the people I deal with on a daily basis.
I find myself sitting in front of the TV most nights, zoning out to nothing in particular.

One could almost think I was suffering from some sort of depression.
But then again, maybe it's just boredom.

Or it could just be an early run at a mid-life crisis...minus the unnecessary financial expenditures.

Eh, time to break out more Vladirian liquor...

Aston West
depression